My Secret Ritual...

I undress at night

When the silence is still,

and the rays of the
Transparent Moonlight
Penetrate the complexity
of the night.

In the shadows I am comfortable

I am not afraid that
something will devour my essence.

In the Shadows I am comfortable

They address me as an
acceptable character.
I emerge from my costume,

Peel back the camouflaged mask,

and lay back my garments of
First Impressions
Inside my sacred sanctuary.

I express my true identity that is
Crafted, molded, into

my sculpture of Life's experience.
I breathe the breath of life.
As I lay back and listen...

Listening to the movement in the still night.

I begin to fall into my paradise,
as though they were the dreams of the day.

Sunrise will come soon....
I'll have to get dressed in the morning.
It’s a pity that I only get to
Undress at night.

WHAT I AM READING!

I'm go pretty go-go ga-ga of typical "chick lit," but Jennifer Weiner's books generally tend to rise above the rest. "Good in Bed" is no exception.

The story revolves around Cannie Shapiro, a 28-year-old newspaper reporter from Philadelphia. Cannie recently ended a three-year-relationship with Bruce, a guy who comes across as a pothead loser from the very beginning. For some reason, though, Cannie still loves Bruce, and just as she begins to reconsider their split, she is stunned when her ex writes a column in a national magazine titled "Loving a Larger Woman." Yes, Cannie is slightly obsessed with her size 16 frame, but Bruce's column pushes her over the edge. In spite of Bruce's cruelty, however, Cannie still finds herself drawn to him. When Bruce's father passes away suddenly, Cannie is right there to comfort her ex. Unfortunately, the comforting goes a little too far, and Cannie ends up in a very difficult situation, finding herself more alone than ever.

Never fear, though...Cannie Shapiro kicks butt!

Despite all the crap that's happened to her in her life, she never gives up. "Good in Bed" explores Cannie's family history, which sheds light on why she is the way she is about men, her weight, etc. There are also a ton of excellent supporting characters in this book, from Cannie's lesbian mother to a sweet Hollywood starlet...and, of course, there's Nifkin, Cannie's odd but loveable rat terrier. Yes, much of what happens in this book is incredibly unrealistic, from Cannie's surprising friendship with a movie star to her own success in Hollywood, but all that stuff is part of the fun of the story.

As for me, I enjoyed every page of "Good in Bed." It's a funny yet poignant novel that touches on some of life's most agonizing situations and choices, but it's also incredibly entertaining and humorous. Cannie is a smart, sarcastic, and sassy character, and I really enjoyed her story. Women everywhere will appreciate "Good and Bed" as a light and touching novel.

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I’m a missionary of the positive outlook.

Always striving for a piece of reality.

Opposing a sense of mindlessness.

Courageous student of failure.

Life’s too short to dwell.

On what was or what could have been.

"What if" is no longer the winner of my vocabulary.

I am tired of looking for answers in insufficient places.

Now I am an adventure seeker provoking fate.

To cradle my intolerable intelligence.

I have eviscerated the negativity that was drowning me.

Now I am a freethinker, poetic preacher.

Defined by my pen.

The guardian of my nomadic rambling.

Timeless lover haunted with a crescendo of laughter.

Privately looking for an interpreter for my heart.

Every curiosity comes with a cost.

What price are you willing to pay?

To gain my trust and evoke my interest.

To open my Pandora’s box

Riding the Bike...

You know, love is supposed to be akin to riding a bike
but the funny shyt is that nobody ever told you what
type of bike you would be riding.

Would it be a ten speed, built for speed rather than comfort?
A Training Bike- One to train you for when you get the real thing?
A Motorized Scooter... yeah, it looks great but you can't really
be taken serously on the expressway,
A Two-Seater... One that you have to work together to make it work?

No one ever told me that love would be this hard.

Lazy days...

I love those mornings,

waking up and rolling into

your arms,

that careless way,

you caress my thigh,

working your way up

to fondle my breast,

and whisper "good morning, sweetheart"

That look in your eye,

that tells me that you are mine,

and I am yours...

I am breathless with

anticipation at our "lazy days"

spent warming ourselves,

in the sunlight pouring through

the window.

Watching your love,

being etched into my body,

with an indelible ink,

that will never wash out of

your sheets.

Sweet Dream or Beautiful Nighmare?

I could seduce you right now...

mentally rape you and tie your

brain up in my sadistic fantasies,

I would tease you with fore-play

of the transcendent type.

Give you beautiful orgasms,

that leave your mind,

gasping for air and fortitude...

If you let me.

I would spank your mental processes,

tickle your fantasies with my feather boa,

and pour hot wax down your imagination,

suckle your unconsciousness until

you beg me to fuck your thoughts.

Handcuff your memory and

nuzzle your motor perception.

Then, I would straddle your decisions,

and ride them like a pony.

Until you only had thoughts of me.

Lady Venting...

Damn, this shyt annoys me
I am sick, sick, sick,...
and where I am not sick,
I am tired.

Sick and tired of being a ladi.

What I really want, is to be seduced...
Mentally fucked and sent on my way.
Find me someone who can rape my mind
with eroticism and dirty words.

While the list is being made,
Find me someone who is not
afraid of a little rough sex...
That doesn't think that because
I want my pussi pleased that I am
a harlot.

Find me someone who is not
afraid to drink of my cup,
and get intoxicated with me.

While you are at it...
is there someone who is not
afraid of commitment,

The joys of family,

Enjoyment to one another,

Someone who is not afraid
of the truth...and that actually
would prefer the truth to any lie.

Find me someone who is in love
with life but that person to share
it with is missing.

Find me that person that creeps,
up on me like a thief in the night.
Poised and ready to steal my love...

So Sexual....

You know that it is unnatural,

When I can't eat... can't sleep.

It's giving me a chill,

I'm loosing my mind....

Because you are loosed on me.

I never knew that "love" could be

So addicting,

Makes my heart sink,

Deep into my soul...

Because I am always

thinking of

When we make love.

I never thought that love

could be so jonesing.

I find myself going back to the day,

when you first touched me,

It's everything that I need.

So sexual.

Contemplating...

Today is a day of contemplation.
I am decidedly bored with the mundane,
Scripted Lies,
Broken Promises,
Well rehearsed shows...

I have decided that I will have more of life,
To reach more,
Have more,
Desire more,
Is all I am looking at...

Yesterday is gone,
Tommorrow is not promised,
So all I have is the present...
Wrapped up all pretty and given with a pink bow.

Thought for today...

"Clever liars give details, but the cleverest don't."

Unknown

Author's Notes

Sometimes we get caught up in,

the minute details,

We get disillusioned,

Bambozzled,

Hoodwinked,

Ran-Astray,

Run-Amuck,

Or just plain fooled....

But then you have to ask yourself?

Why.... ?

It ain't worth it...

She...ain't... worth...it.

So, I am loving life and having it love me back.

Thought for today...

"I got 99 problems... but a bitch ain't one!"

Jay-Z, "The Black Album"

New Year, New Swag...

Reflecting on last year,
There were many ups and downs,
some times there were loops,
twists, and turns...

But I made it.

This year promises to be the
best one yet... Check out my 2009 swag...

Coming soon to a bookstore near you!!!

"Life Thus Far"